Requiem For A Dream Book Novels & Stories

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

“They don’t play games like that; they kill whom they want to kill and they don’t go through the corners. Anything or anyone that gets in their way, joins the plot.” “So why would they want her dead?” “It beats me and if I were you, I would be extra careful.” “What do you mean?” I asked, curiously. “The Order is a cult with high priestess. If Luca showed you that symbol, then it would leave a dream trace.” “Dream trace? What the fuck is that?” “Do you even read? A dream trace is a sediment of the dreams you have had. You may think you forget you dreams but the brain stores them somewhere for you and it comes back as déjà vu. Things you think you have seen before are just dreams you have drea

Daeira dismissed then opened the door to the library, "Are you joining me here?" "No." Kalil said while going out her way. Daeira then closed the door of the library and found no lecturers were waiting for her. In the silence of the room, Daeira went to the racks of books with nothing in mind that caught her interest. She had finished the book of Conipuput. And her lecturers hadn't given her anything to study. Running her fingers blankly on the books, she then stopped at one book in glittering silver. As if it was calling her attention. She then opened it and read the preface. Not bothering to be in the table, she find a corner and sat in the floor instead. She just wanted to cloud her min

he whispered as his images fade away. My heart etched with so much ache as I opened my eyes. Alforo's eyes widened at me. Watching me curiosly, with bloodshot eyes. So did mine, and it didn't help what I saw on my dreams. It's someone who keep appearing through my nightmare. "Who's your mumbling, Ria?" aniya. I went up there. My tears flowed down there. My eyes screamed sadness, as I darted it to Alforo. I could see her grinning at my expression. But I intend to cut it.

I sucked it up quickly, and decided it was pointless to beat around the bush. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one, I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all. "You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. It was the exact book from my last dream. I longed to get my hands on it.

I leaned over and moved a stray piece of hair that had fallen over her beautiful face, but she started to stir at my touch, so I quickly pulled my hand back. “Mmmm…Nico.” She was dreaming of me, and the last of my restraint snapped. I quickly removed my shoes and socks and threw my shirt next to my jeans. I lay down in just my boxers and spooned her, gently sliding one arm under her head and wrapped the other around her, pulling her flush against my body. She started to move, trying to get comfortable again. Every time she moved, her ass would grind against my cock. After the third time she moved, I wrapped my arm tighter around her so she would quit fucking moving. My dick was hard as stone

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

I repeated the three words in my mind and felt a strange sense of belonging spreading through my chest. "Will they know who I am? Will they recognise me?" "You don't need them to recognise you," Rowena answered, hanging a moonstone pendant around my neck that shone and shimmered a brilliant silver color. "This moonstone will guide you to your mother's keepsake. You will know everything once you've found it." I gripped the pendant tightly, feeling the warmth in my palm. "Thank you, Rowena," I said, nodding gratefully at her. Then, I turned to Silvermist and gently stroked her fluffy head. "Thank you too, Silvermist."

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

I closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me on a ride to forget my past and move on. ****** Have you ever been on a journey of love where you love someone dearly, but all you get from them is rejection and ridicule? If you have reached this point, you are the best soul ever. Welcome to another adventure of mine. This book promises to take you into a world of drama with twists and turns that will leave you guessing throughout. Don't stop, keep going and feed your curious minds as you join Nadia on her journey to loving Sidd and hating him to the last point.